@ 54 years,
Shell maybe appears
quite weak and her tears
might strengthen your fears
that her life's ebbing
(cancerous webbing
threatens to throttle
t' neck o' t' bottle).
But if life's a drink
(like water or wine),
her life makes me think
of her lips to mine
pouring her life out,
like a libation -
a drink off'ring shouts
of celebration,
things to rejoice in,
thankf'lly accepted,
raising a voice in
praise (unrejected).
Not "bottle", but 'womb' -
life on this ol' earth;
could be a small tomb
if we reject 'birth'.
But Shell's stepping out,
chancing & dancing,
showing, no doubt,
higher romancing.
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